Don't

Don't

A Poem by Emily B

Don't ask me if I slept well.

You most certainly know that there

was no sleep for me last night.

Lying in the dark

Waiting for a touch that

wouldn't come.

If a caress could cross miles

If by thinking of holding me--

I thought I saw a shadow move but

Found that I could not Will you to me.

Don't laugh.

Bothered as I was

I gradually fell

Into a fitful kind of release--

Set loose from a body that longed for your touch.

"I slept fine."

"And you?"

© 2009 Emily B


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I am always rendered speechless at your efficient use of words! I most certainly felt like I was a part of this poem and I was the antagonist! It just has that effect of drawing me into that role. Well done! The evolutionary process of the persona was not only subtle. It was necessary. I long for words like these to sleep peacefully on my pages ^_^

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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fantastic. yes yes yes. this is one of my favorites of yours that i've read. :)

"I thought I saw a shadow move but

Found that I could not Will you to me. "

yes yes yes.

very happy with this poem. the conversational end/beginning was a great touch, and then the middle where you dove into the night before... the fitfulness, the longing... excellent write!



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Hummm like a rock I did! Imagine it was skin and warmth from a able body with little games applied. But then life has its rewards and merits. I always love your deep though and twists. such a refreshing look at some aspects and flow with such imagery that it pulls the reader to ask inside.

As always a great penned write.

Love and Thoughts,

Dostani

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Emily-

"Don't ask me if I slept well.
You most certainly know that there
was no sleep for me last night."

And, I thought that I was the only one that did that! There appear to be two of us!

Great write!

-Gabe


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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